Chapter 344 I finally understand why Mr. Chen must be in the peripheral company
Back in Boten, I closed the bedroom door and eagerly opened this notebook.
What beautiful handwriting! I flipped through it and found almost no corrections. It can be imagined that this volume was copied from the original manuscript.
The book begins with a preface written by Mr. Dong, which I read word by word:
A mountain doesn't need to be high, as long as there are books; a cave doesn't need to be deep, as long as it provides shelter from the rain. At the northern foot of Mount Zhongnan, I live in a cave, picking mushrooms for food. Is my life hard? The world sees it that way; is my life joyful? I know in my heart.
I have studied under my teacher for five years, and my knowledge has greatly increased. Years of self-study have led me to a secluded path. I have now compiled my articles on morality into a volume, hoping to preserve it in the famous mountains, but I have no place to keep them. Burning them would be a great pity. I have heard that the Wanshanhong people in Shangzhou were devoted to learning in their youth and to the Tao in their youth, possessing extraordinary talents.
Therefore, I have compiled a book to give to him, hoping that he will devote himself to learning, read carefully and study it, grasp the essence of it, inherit my morality, promote it, use it to dispel the confusion of the mediocre people and heal the pain of the body. If he does so sincerely, I will be satisfied.
The first paragraph of this preface talks about how Mr. Dong went to Mount Zhongnan to study Taoism. His life was difficult, but this is what ordinary people think, he found it full of fun.
The second, third and fourth paragraphs describe how he compiled this notebook and regretted that he had no heir. Later, when he heard that I, Wan Shanhong, was a good person, he decided to give it to me.
He hoped that I could understand his notes, help people solve their problems psychologically, and cure their physical illnesses.
I eagerly flipped through the pages. At the back was a table of contents. It was divided into: Face Reading, Eight Characters, River Chart Number Theory, and Taoist Medical Classics. I was mesmerized. It wasn't until Chun Yazi called that I realized it was time for dinner.
After dinner, I went back to the bedroom and continued reading. I finally realized the breadth and depth of Mr. Dong's works.
For almost a month, I worked during the day and studied Mr. Dong's notes at night. I no longer cared about anything else, I just felt that my skills were getting better day by day.
In a blink of an eye, it was the beginning of August. Lao Xiao and I discussed it. So far, the data has come out and the hotel is just a mirage.
I said, "Then go back and report the truth. Mr. Chen listened and said, if you insist, we can't do anything. If we stop in time, then we can withdraw the working group."
Lao Xiao said, "Then let's go back first and leave Ning Jing and Chun Yazi to guard the place."
I nodded.
On August 5, we finally arrived at Shangzhou Airport. Xiao Ruan came to pick us up, and in the afternoon, Mr. Chen listened to our report in his office.
Mr. Chen was also a little disheartened, but he was a decisive man. He said, "Then you go over and take care of the aftermath. The working group will withdraw."
I said, "I won't go. Xiaolin is due soon, and my master has to go back to Wuxiang."
Lao Xiao said: "There's not much to do afterward. The rent has only been paid for one year. As for the car, we can make a long journey and drive directly back. There's nothing else to do."
Mr. Chen said, "Okay, let's handle it this way."
After the meeting, I went straight home.
I called ahead, so my sister and brother-in-law all came to my house. As soon as I entered the house, everyone gathered around me, staring at me and saying I looked tanned and a little thinner.
I told them that the base in Boten needed to be withdrawn.
When my mother heard this, she clapped her hands in joy and said, "It's good that you've withdrawn. You've traveled thousands of miles to get there, and it's not a good thing for you to worry about both."
My brother-in-law asked, "Business is bad, isn't it?"
I shook my head and said, "The hotel industry has absolutely no future, and Xu Ri isn't good at other industries."
My sister said, "I heard it from someone, but it's a small town, how much business can there be? Your Mr. Chen is also..."
When this was said, everyone was also surprised. My mother said, "Your boss, Mr. Chen, is so capable, why is he so stubborn about going there to do business?"
Yes, why is Mr. Chen so stubborn? I can't figure it out and can't answer it.
The dinner was very sumptuous. I ate a lot of the mixed dishes that were neither Chinese nor Western at the hands of Amin, and my mother's hometown dishes were really to my taste.
I don't know why the news spread so quickly. Just after dinner, the phone calls started coming in one after another. The first one to call was Mingbai.
He complained, "You didn't even tell me when I went so far away, and you didn't even tell me when I came back. These days, I've had no fun at all."
Then it was Shen Hall, and he asked, "You won't go out again?"
I said, "Yes, at least I won't go to Boten."
He said, “It’s right not to go out.”
I smiled bitterly and said, "It's not that I want to go there, but Mr. Chen wants to go there all the time."
Shen Chu asked: "Where are you now?"
"at home."
"I'm telling you the truth, being an entrepreneur is tough. I heard one version of the story: during a meal, a senior leader patted Mr. Chen on the shoulder and said, 'Xuri is great! You should work hard to become an international company.'"
"Oh"—I gave a long sigh and immediately understood.
After hanging up the phone, I finally understood why Mr. Chen wanted to develop Boten. This was because the leader only wanted more so-called "international enterprises" and "multinational corporations" to emerge in his territory. As for whether you make money or not, it was none of his business.
Then Tian Dehan called: "Teacher Wan, you're out. Sometimes it's hard for me to find someone to chat with. Don't go out. Shangzhou is so good. There has never been a man who misses another man, but I am one of them."
I laughed out loud.
After hanging up the phone, Mr. Chen called: "Shanhong, come over here for a moment. I still want to talk to you alone."
With my perceptiveness, I knew he wasn't giving up—he'd only be relieved if I completed the instructions from his leader—and I felt confident, so I said, "Come right over."
Half an hour later, I arrived at Mr. Chen's office. Secretary Ma came in, made some tea, and closed the door.
Mr. Chen came over with a cup of tea. After sitting down, he said, "It's not that I don't trust Lao Xiao. This time, I came back and asked you if you think the hotel industry, with Lao Xiao as the main report, can't be done. Are other industries also not possible?"
If I didn't understand his true thoughts, I would definitely say it couldn't be done, because for a group as big as Asahi, it would definitely be possible for it to do some small business in Boten, such as opening a restaurant or a jade shop.
But is that something a group company would do? That's something a self-employed person would do. Now, judging by his intentions, he still had to go.
The reason he went there was not because he wanted to, but because he made a promise to show it to the senior leader.
I smiled and said, "I'm not an economist, just a cultural consultant. It's the same old routine. This time, we'll still test a word, but it's a blind test. You don't say what the word is. Find a book and tell me the page, line, and number of the word."
Mr. Chen pulled out a book and said, "Page 111, first line, first word."
Subconsciously, he just wants to want, want, want.
When you open it, you see the word "投".
The original meaning of this word is "to throw".
I explained to him, "To throw, it's like picking up hands and throwing a shu. Shu means weapon. The original meaning is to throw something with the hand. You could say that anything thrown is lost."
I won’t say any more here.
Mr. Chen said, "Shanhong, I'll tell you the truth. I want to invest some money there."
His trump card has been revealed, which is what Mr. Chen told me - internationalization.
I said, “If you must invest, invest in a business that has nothing to do with us.”
"What business?"
"Fruit wholesale. Fruit logistics center."
“Why fruit?”
I found a pen and wrote four big words on the paper - return a favor.
Then he said, "Only by doing this business can you make money."
Mr. Chen laughed heartily and said, "Shanhong, the company really can't do without you. Then let's build a fruit logistics center."
There was a personnel change in Boten. Lao Xiao and I weren't going. A new manager, Mr. Luo, was transferred from another branch to Boten. Chun Yazi and Ning Jing stayed there.
While Lao Xiao was away, General Cao took over the management of the Taiyi Scenic Area. Now, he has returned to his original position. I am still serving as a cultural consultant.
Soon, Xiaolin gave birth to a baby boy, and I finally had a son. I named him Wanyu, hoping that he would fly higher and farther than I did.
At the end of the month, my master and his wife finally returned to Wuxiang to settle down.
Will my life change in the future? I don't know. However, fate has destined me to take another leap forward after turning thirty.
Really?
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